"A drink." David rolled his eyes heavenward, silently praying for strength. "Patrick... has this sort of thing happened before now?" He didn't want to sound accusatory or like he was angry at Patrick, because he was far more worried that he was angry. He was on this green Earth for the sole purpose of helping the needy, and right now, Patrick needed him. He pushed the glass of water into Patrick's free hand, holding the tablets out to pop into his mouth for him, since his hands were full.